The Red Swimsuit

Sir keeps having this dream about me wearing a bright red swimsuit. In the dream he is teasing me, rubbing his cock against me, me moaning and writhing beneath him whilst he grinds against me. Mischievous little subbie that I am, I can never resist getting something if I know it would please him.

So fast forward to Saturday afternoon, he is walking up the stairs to my apartment, and I am posing in the hallway, my hands resting against the doorframe, wearing a killer red swimsuit, seamed fishnet stockings, high heels and the collar round my neck. He comes in through the front door, sees me, bites his lip whilst making that 'mmm, I'm going to fuck you' sound and the next thing I am on my back on the bed, holding my legs apart, getting impaled on his cock.

He went from no orgasms, to forced orgasms, filling me with his cock and then reaching between my legs to finger me and making me cum over and over again, whilst playfully teasing me 'come on subbie, one more, you can do it, come on... ahh good girl, good girl... and again, come on subbie, one more, cum for Sir...' whilst I'm grinding and screaming beneath him, sobbing and holding on to him. Finally he held my legs over his shoulders and fucked me till he came, the loneliness and frustration of weeks exploding into me.

The next day, it was back to no orgasms. He used me in the morning, fucking me till my insides ached, backing off every time I approached the edge, then putting me on my hands and knees and drove into my ass till I was crying and sobbing as he came hard into me. The second time he kneeled over me, pinning my arms to the bed with his legs, pulling my head up by my hair and roughly using my mouth till my lips were sore and my jaw ached, pushing to the back of my throat and holding me there as he spurted hard, grinning down at me and then climbing off, leaving me wet and sore and frustrated.

Later on we were at a play party. He pulled the leather hood over my face, attached the blindfold and the penis gag, then shackled me face down on the bench and flogged and caned me till I was sobbing in pain. Then he ran the sharp point of a knife over my welts and bruises, making me whimper and moan in submission, reaching between my legs to rub his pussy and clit, to feel my wetness and arousal. Finally, he brought out the tiger cane, and caned me firmly, whispering in my ear that I could cum, till I was arching my back, sticking my ass out to receive the strokes, silently begging for more till the warm, biting pain seemed to reverberate through me, triggering an orgasm. He did this two or three times and then unshackled me, taking me over to a soft leather padded area, and holding me and stroking me till I begged him to spank me, and then he put me over his knee and spanked me hard, the blows crashing into me till I came again, gasping. Then he unlaced the leather hood, helped me dress and took me home, my wrists still cuffed together in the car, like his little slave girl being kidnapped and taken somewhere to be used and abused.

Once we were at home, he made me get on the bed, cuffed my wrists together and held them above my head, pulled the costume to one side and buried himself in his cunt, telling me I could cum as much as I liked. I took full advantage, cumming again and again till I was gripping his cock so tightly inside me. He thrust forward, groaned at my tightness then pulled back and fucked me till the veins were standing out on his neck, his face twisted in agony and then exploded inside me, gasping, his face registering total shock at the intensity of his own orgasm. I love the way he cums anyway, just lying there looking up at his gorgeous body, his hair hanging down in curls, the way his hips move as he thrusts, the look on his face as he approaches orgasm, the way his eyes widen as he realises he is about to cum, the way his mouth comes slightly open, the redness of his lower lip, aching to be bitten. But this time was unbelievable, he drove into me so hard it hurt, mauling my breasts and biting my nipples then gasping as I squeezed on him and going into a kind of rage, using me so hard I didn’t even focus on my own orgasm but just watched him, amazed as he drove himself forwards toward the hardest orgasm I have ever seen, burying himself deep inside me and cumming so hard I could feel it blasting against my cervix, even through the condom. Afterwards, I burst into tears and held him and he just lay against me, moaning. Was easily the best sex I have ever had.

I got caned again this morning, paddled with the double thickness leather paddle and the senior cane, and then he used the junior cane on the soles of my feet which instantly had me sobbing and crying and fighting not to cover my feet up to get away from the pain. Afterwards he teased me with his fingers but didn’t let me cum and now I’m sat here, just dripping wet, totally aroused, not knowing if I want to cum or get caned again or just sit here in denial. I’m so on edge, it’s crazy. But then, I guess that’s what he wanted.

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